Page 13 of The Flyboy's Girl
With a sigh and a slump of her shoulders, Millie agrees. “You’re right, we should or we won’t be able to come back tomorrow.”
Paul’s arm tightens around my waist, causing me to look up as he asks, “So we’ll get to see you tomorrow night too?”
“Yes, as far as I know,” I answer and watch the smile on Paul’s handsome face grow.
“Hey,” Don says gaining our attention. “Why don’t you girls meet up with us early, and we’ll grab a bite before the dance?”
Millie’s head snaps in my direction, “Oh can we Ruby?”
“I don’t see why not, we can get our chores completed in plenty of time.”
Don chuckles, “Chores? How old are you girls anyway?”
“Ruby turns eighteen in two weeks, and my birthday was last month.” Popping her hand on her hip Millie gives Don a stern look. “Is that a problem for you?”
Don laughs and raises his hands in surrender, “No, not at all. Just making sure we aren’t breaking any laws.”
Now that we are on the subject, and my curiosity has been piqued, I ask, “How old are you guys?”
“Twenty,” Paul says and then looks to me and says, “I hope that’s not a problem.”
I smile and shake my head, “No, it’s not a problem at all.”
